Upon arriving at home after the first week on my new job, I received and email directing me to attend a local clinic for a “complete physical and drug screening” on Saturday, gosh it would be tomorrow, or risk termination. I felt that there was no other option and so I went to the clinic as directed. I had a restless night’s sleep for sure and when showering had a prominent erection which I resisted handling. Certainly a hold over from my adolescent years when thinking about an exam and being felt led to having a very stiff penis. Of course, it didn't take much back then. Just knowing about an upcoming exam or the sight and smell of the exam room was enough to make my penis throb!

I gave myself plenty of time to get to the clinic, as I didn’t feel like eating breakfast. I showered and did between my crack with the soap. I did so hopeful that my bottom would go unexplored. I arrived with 30 minutes to spare. My stomach had butterflies. Surely a bit odd since having an exam was not unfamiliar. Still, the thought of a new doc led my mind to race in ways that was a mix of fantasy and anxiety.

I parked the car and checked in with the receptionist who directed me to fill out several forms, which related to my health history and previous exams. I complied but also started to feel rather anxious as I wasn’t someone who went for physical exams these days. In fact, I left that space blank on the form and trusted no one would care.

Time moved slowly as I sat among others in the waiting area when a woman approached and motioned for 5 of us to accompany her. She brought us to and exam hallway with 3 rooms on either side plus 2 bathrooms and chairs lined up against the wall. Just opposite the hallway entrance was a larger room with lockers. This struck me as being rather serious and likely an indication that self control was now forfeited. Little did I know that the exam room contained two tables separated by a white curtain that did little to shield the outline of the other patient.

We were instructed to go into the changing room and strip to our briefs. Suddenly this began to feel serious as I undressed; placed my clothing in the locker; and moving into the hall. My hands covering my crotch area as I felt rather self conscious. I am not ashamed to say I tried to look for bulges and any tell tale signs of wetness showing from the front panel of one's briefs. I did notice what seemed to be some men having a larger package than others. When in the hallway, she proceeded to weigh and measure us. 3 of us had on briefs while the others wore boxers. I think that it's a natural male instinct to check out the competition while trying to appear self confident. Truth be told, my thighs felt tight and I had started to develop butterflies. Of course, I avoided making direct eye contact.

Next we were taken to line up by the bathroom whereupon she required a supervised urine sample from each of us. This took on an ominous feel as she didn't appear to be concerned about anyone's modesty or privacy. Without even shutting the bathroom door, she had you enter the single stall bathroom, lower one’s briefs, and allow her to wipe the head of your penis. Seeing it being done was nearly as provocative as feeling her hold my tender penis between her fingers. It's not my norm to have someone direct my flow as I urinated into a container with my briefs dangling below my knees. She was very proficient. "I have to wipe your penis first and then you can urinate." I obliged but it wasn't fast and she did give my penis a gentle tug. "It's so funny how you guys are shy when it comes to this." I was like, "Lady, you don't know the half of it!"

The rush of cold air on my naked butt and sack did little to calm my nerves or reaction. She surely got a good sampling of our junk. I did my best to avoid looking at her. The reality of this nurse holding my penis would have made for a good fantasy but now, it was more like maximum embarrassment! I felt my penis reacting to her feel and my standing their helpless as she retrieved my sample.

Next, she assigned us one at a time to an exam room and ordered you to get onto the table without one’s underpants on and prepare to be seen by the doc. I hesitated to enter seeing that there was another male having an exam. Surely the man next to me was having a very emotional moment. Sitting on the table nearly naked fueled my anxiety along with curiosity. I reverted to scanning the room and trying to figure out what was occurring on the other side. The outline of his body seemed to suggest that he was standing but leaning forward. He was not very pleased, "Oh gawd, why do you have to go so deep?" My stomach didn't calm down when I heard her say to him, "Just let it happen," as he let out a huge gasp and moan. With that the nurse entered, "The doctor will be with you in a few minutes." She smiled and commented, "Your briefs need to come off. You should do so before the doctor returns." I gave a nod but inwardly wanted to run away. I remains hesitant and postpone becoming naked. My penis was starting to react in a way that I did not wish for the doctor to see.

Suddenly, I wondered if the doc for me would be a male or female. Before I could decide, a woman about middle age came in with her stethoscope dangling off of her shoulder. “Hello, I am Doctor Jane and I will examine you today.” Why do you have on your briefs? You have to be fully undressed. Don't be wasting my time!" I must have blushed all shades of red and proceeded to remove my briefs. I felt like I had just been scolded and now how to accept my punishment. I slowly removed my briefs, turning side ways to avoid direct eye contact only to necessarily turn towards her as my hands covered my crotch. A feeling of total helplessness overwhelmed me!

I quickly covered and tried to then sit down as she spoke. “Not to worry. You’re like the 10th male patient for me this morning. I hope you’re not going to be too shy?” I mumbled, “I guess I wasn’t expecting …….” Clearly I wasn't special to her but for me this was the height of personal embarrassment. "Well today you will be examined and also provide us with a sample!" I looked surprised and said, "I already did the urine sample." "Oh how funny. This isn't that but it does involve your penis. I trust you're not having issues with getting and keeping an erection?" I tried to answer but merely offered a smirk and a nod. My penis now was becoming more prominent as I tried to emotionally distance myself from being naked and learning of what was to come!

Without any delay, she told me to stand and face the table. I immediately felt myself starting to tremble and as I did, I felt her hands spreading my butt cheeks wide apart. Before I could say, “What now?” She inserted a long swab deep into my rectum and twisted it severely. I gasped and grabbed the table. She replaced the swab with a digital probe thermometer fully inserted into my rectum. I felt myself shaking and trying to ward off a developing erection. I embarrassingly rose up on my toes as she inserted the thermometer. My mind racing but hardly able to deter what was taking place. She left it inside me for an interminably long time while asking me questions about my health. For me, there was a connection between having a rectal probe up my butt and speaking, My voice got very quiet and I felt tense, especially in my butt hole, and was fully erect by the time I turned to face her. As if to emphasize who was in control, she twirled the thermometer while I stood facing her causing my penis go bob up and down. It's removal left me feeling very aroused.

“Good erection response,” she said as she quickly grabbed my sack and felt my testicles despite my gasping and groaning. She wasn't gentle as she felt each testicle and when feeling my shaft. Her hand firmly took hold of my tender penis inducing my erection to leak. I felt unable to do anything other than moan as she manipulated my manhood. As if to emphasize my dilemma, she swatted me on my bare butt and ordered me onto the exam table positioned on my hands and knees and head down. Surely this was to make me regret stalling at the start of the exam. With shaking thighs and a quivering tummy, I did as told only to feel her hands spreading my cheeks wide apart again. It is such an odd position; unfamiliar to me; and one where I felt my erection move. I begged her to explain since the other patient was ordered to stand and lean forward. All I got was, "This will be better for you!"

I tried to look over but fear soon took over. Her hands spread my cheeks further apart. She told me to pulse my anus several times. Her finger traced my rosebud. Next she told me to breathe deeply and inserted her finger into my rectum sending shock waves up my spine. She did not hesitate to fully insert her finger and twist it all around. I suddenly learned about having a prostate and what direct stimulation could cause. I was not calm. She twisted her finger deeply thrusting in and out. Without much delay, I began to convulse which did nothing to dissuade her from more probing and manipulation of my penis. I clenched, groaned, and then surrendered to achieving a large ejaculation which she managed to catch with a container. Her finger remaining until I no longer pulsed or leaked. As if I had reached the summit, she patted my shaking butt and asked, “I hope that wasn’t too hard for you?” I mumbled something like, “NNNo” as I tried to recapture my normal breathing.

With a pat on my shoulder, she said, “You’re good,” while also holding an impossibly long injection. "This is your prize. Turn and lean onto the table." I must have looked like I was lost as she grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards the table. I whimpered as she wiped my cheek and did the deed causing my cheek to clench. It hurt for sure and while grabbing my briefs, I saw how shrunken my penis had become. I quickly put them on and despite leaving a huge wet spot on the front panel walked back down the hall to my clothes ever so eager to see others doing the same. One by one people returned; all looking flushed and yielding a wet spot. As I left, I saw another batch of me being escorted to the bathroom and having to bare their organs to the nurse. I giggled thinking, “This is just the start!”